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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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Pamela 11071995

I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?

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Monday, June 2, 2008

HELLO(:

yessaaaah. chinese project completed! i think.. I'm the NG queen. >"<

went to the airport yesternight to fetch my sister back. then i was standing beside Oliver. and Mr Yeo was like walking out of the arrival door? i was like asking Oliver..

ME ;; Is that Mr Yeo? Is it? Is that Mr Yeo?
OL ;; Where? Where? I can't see him.
ME ;; There, is it the one walking towards us?
OL ;; What? I can't see him.
* Mr Yeo walks past us *
ME ;; Oh shit, it is him.
OL ;; Where is he? I still can't see him.
ME ;; Waloa. He walk past us already. There.
* Mr Yeo turned around to look at the both of us *
* Shudders*
OL ;; Oh. Hahaha.
ME ;; Waloa. Your DM for the past how many years, and, you don't RECOGNIZE him?!
OL ;; Hahaha.

DM == Discipline Master.

wth. well, Mr Yeo seems to have grown fatter. hope he doesn't see this post of mine. (:

anyways, going to Eli's house later. whhoooos. dye hair. play basketball. CHOP, CHOP, CHOP ! (:

gtgs. bbye(: